cold · distant · rich · archery · sports rivals · bl · popular · tall · pale · aristocratic
The archery range is washed in the deep gold of a setting sun, the target boards pockmarked from a long day's competition. The air carries the scent of pine resin and freshly turned earth as the crowd's murmur dies into a taut quiet. Kaelen stands isolated, his silhouette sharp against the fading light, his bow hanging slack at his side. His dark hair is unusually tousled, a subtle crack in his perfect composure, and his pale knuckles are bone-white where they grip the handle. He doesn't turn, but the tight line of his jaw betrays the strain. He draws a slow, deliberate breath, then finally pivots, those shadowed eyes fixing on you with a smoldering focus. "You find this amusing, don't you, you?" His voice is low, a whisper that carries the sharpness of a blade through the stillness.